Jack’s gone off to Arizona
with his brother, but for how long? Emmy doesn’t have a clue. In his place,
though, is Zachary. The whiny, miserable, alpha wolf–boy who is more than ready
to take on the duty of her mate/boyfriend — if she’d let him, that is. But the
last thing Emmy wants is to deal with a boy who believes that the world should
fall solely at his feet whenever he demands it.

But hey, at least her step–douche is gone, and her life
is back to an almost normal sense, right?

Wrong
again, Emmy’s life will never again be normal…

With her Uncle Prick in town and her best friend acting
as secretive as ever, Emmy finds new challenges to overcome — challenges that
no seventeen–year–old girl should ever have to deal with. For one thing, what
is up with her dream–liaison status anyway? What does it mean, really? And why
does her little brother have to go through it too? And then there’s her mom.
The lady is acting a tad bit odd, to put it nicely. After all these years, she
finally wants to step up and be a parental figure? Heck no! Emmy’s definitely
not copacetic with that idea.

But
with the bad, there’s got to be some good out there for her somewhere, right?

Add in the wolves, witches, drama, and lots of kisses and
you get Emmy the Extraordinaire, the girl with strawberry–colored hair, and a
chip on her shoulder. She’s finally on her way to finding out what her life and
her future both have in store for her, even if the road to getting there is
nowhere near as easy as she hoped it would be. But Emmy is tough, and more than
ready to take on life with her bare hands.

It’s just too bad she’s madly, desperately, insanely in
love with a boy who insists on making her life both a miserable hell and utter
perfection at the same time.

Heather Van Fleet currently reside in northern Illinois, with her three
little ladies, and fabulous hubby, and high school sweetheart, Chris. She’s a
stay at home mom by day, and an avid and completely obsessive writer and reader
by night.

She’s always had a soft spot in her heart for books, and
has been creating her own little stories since the age of seven. But she never
really had the confidence or the time to actually sit down and really do
something about it until her youngest daughter Isabella was born just two years
ago. Bella, as well as her older sisters Kelsey and Emma, are and always will
be her greatest inspirations.

Pressure, fire, wetness, tongues — single words were all
I could think as our mouths battled. God, I’d never been kissed like this
before. Ever, and if we stopped, I’d die a happy woman from his lips touching
mine alone. He tugged his hand into the back of my hair, pulling my chin
upwards, yanking me towards him. I clawed at his shirt, ready to rip it from
his massive body. I pulled at his jacket first, lowering it over his shoulders
until it fell to the floor. The buttons jingled against the tile, scattering
over our feet. Damn, if he didn’t care about his signature black coat falling
apart, then I had to wonder what else I could get away with.